“Floor” (Edited Poem)

On the floor, where he put her he would yell, whore.

A face shattered next to a broken window pane

; blood projecting out from a blue vein.

She said she hit a deer, all the while we can smell her fear

; trapped in your own home.

A family? But the picture frames are left empty, alone.

She hit the wall.

Into the car my brother would crawl.

He saved her life.

Was this an accident? Or a tragic attempt to end a mother, a wife?